Pairing: Roommate!Valkyrie x Roommate!Loki
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.
Plot: Loki and Brunnhilde are flatmates, sparring partners and best friends (with benefits). When they have unexpected guests one morning, it brings up painful reminders of Loki’s past that they would rather keep hidden.
Warning: For 18+ readers, hurt/comfort which contains swearing, continual misgendering (which may be triggering), parental neglect and controlling behaviour, discussions of character trauma, depictions of anxiety and depression, family conflict, and a brief sexual scene (mostly very heavy petting). Please heed the warnings and possible triggers.
Notes: Part of the @lokirarepairbigbang! This challenge is a very exciting writer-artist collaboration, and I'm very excited to have gorgeous artwork by the wonderful @yavannie! Make sure to visit her blog! It was beta-read by the lovely @nagisaunicorn-blog (thank you!)
“Hey dickhead, I’m back! I picked up more of that sourdough bread you like, and a new cafetiere and some fancy coffee.” Brunnhilde struggled as she opened the door, her hands filled with large canvas bags. Why did she always have to overbuy?
Their other flammate had left to go on a family holiday, leaving them alone for a few days. Brunnhilde and Loki did what they always did, fluctuating between closeness and quarrelling, usually at the same time.
Things had changed with another person sharing their space, but the dynamic remained. It suited them, it was a comfort of sorts, even if it confused everyone else.
She pushed the door open further with her hip, swearing as a bag slowly slid from her fingers. “A little help here would be lovely- oh.”
Two unrecognisable figures sat with Loki at the large dining table. They looked at Brunnhilde as she carefully put down the bags. She took off her oversized sunglasses and placed them in her pocket.
One was an older man who seemed imposing even while seated. He made their secondhand chair look like a throne. A quick glance showed that he took great care in his appearance. His clothes were understated, but clearly expensive.
His silver hair and beard were neatly trimmed, revealing a handsome, craggy face. He stared at Brunnhilde coldly with one stormy grey eye. His other eye was covered with a black eyepatch.
He seemed strangely familiar, though Brunnhilde couldn’t place him.